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Dammit guitar tab1/30/2024 Where’s Korisca?" He can’t pinpoint her voice among the cacophony of others speaking, laughing, buzzing, whispering– “Uh,” Huffing out a warm breath, he tries to look around some more, peeking over the shoulders of other party patrons, " Where'd. Looking around himself in several, loose, over the shoulder motions, Chai realizes: He has lost Korsica. But right now?Ĭhai stands alone in a sea of people and robots. After they ate a complementary, celebratory meal– They headed off to find Araucana Korsica said he was gonna tag along to cheer her on!. However, she also stated that she likes to * pretend* to be drunk, so she can have an excuse to get into bar fights whenever words alone were not enough to settle a dispute. He remembers, Yes! Korsica said she’d stay sober, and take him back to home later, so he could just have a fun time at the after-party without worry! She said she doesn’t like getting drunk anyway, because the hangovers are terrible, ‘ Especially for lightweights like yourself, Chai’. Chai’s here to have * fun*, not reminisce! It's similar to a floating sensation he isn't fond of.Ĭhai forcefully smacks his forehead with a soft palm, shoving it down his face as he observes his noisy surroundings. He can still feel it, sure– but it’s honestly just. …A beat that’s gotten * really* hard to sense. ![]() Somebody trying and failing to hit a dartboard, rambunctious shouting as someone promptly rips that poor dartboard in half, somebody shooting their shot, the smack a palm on the face, someone getting rejected, before immediately being thrown out of a window, a resounding crash of glass, more laughter, shouting, out of tune singing, requests to dance, shoes and metal stomping the floor, to the music’s beat, to a beat, a beat– Talking, laughing, the stomps of shoes and heels from dancing, thumping of tables and chairs being moved across cork flooring, seating being adjusted, plates clinking together as they’re being moved, 808’s metronome clicking next to his ear, faucets being ran, sighing heavily, cutlery clinking or falling to the floor, giggling, the pop and fizz of somebody opening a bottle several times over, loud laughter, hushed whispering, Chai’s own relaxed heartbeat– Speaking of that beat, Chai takes a listen to his surroundings… She looked upset to see Chai out of sync with her own beat. He slowly sways in place in a crowd, looking over his shoulder. The lights are dim, softly pulsating into different colors as time passes. ![]() In fact, there’s this weird lull- a feeling of emptiness, and- wakeful tiredness? But– still pretty relaxed! And still pretty good! They weren't lying! That cider * sure* was apple.Ĭhai nods along off-beat to whatever music is playing on the overhead speakers, attempting to snap in time. He doesn’t even * like* drinking that much, but they actually had something sweet, instead of something bitter for once… so! He’d figure he’d give it another try! The thrumming through his chest is loud, and the drink ( one singular mug) in his system is very present. ![]() Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 55,561 Chapters: 5/10 Comments: 44 Kudos: 110 Bookmarks: 29 Hits: 1,998 ![]() somewhere on the aroace spectrum chai is shredding on a guitar i can feel it.this is gen but i still think homosexual banter is important.Chai & CNMN & Korsica & Macaron & Peppermint (Hi-Fi RUSH).
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